He Was Once a Politician

That's not my elephant! my father said to me Mine is pink with wings, funnily, he likes to eat spaghetti I think I'll call him Ella, named after a girl I knew We danced at the 2nd graders ball, her dress was so see through My father was once a politician, until his marbles began to set I visit him as often as I can, introducing as if we'd just met But somewhere in his confusion, he can recite The Bill of Rights And once he does he smiles, to me he can still delight As I turn to leave, to wave goodbye, in his eyes I see a tear Still reciting The Bill of Rights, smiling from ear to ear With Ella from the 2nd graders, he smiles in self triumphant As he points towards the window, it's not pink, that's not my elephant!